A Flight Back Home.

I wrote this when I went through a period of depression and I hated it because it was a love story and that was all I had wanted. But now I almost think it's pretty.

A small black feather, wedged into a book store window shook lightly in the light wind. Two ring laced pale hands reached simultaneously for the shimmering object. A pair of vivid onyx eyes met icy blue ones, narrowed into a glare. Two cold hands laced together, cheeks warming despite the chilling fall weather. Two hearts began to beat faster, saved from a black abyss by the loose feather of a flight back home.

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